Just spending some time in my head (never a good thing these days, it seems). I've been sorting through my stuff, finding things that need to be sold, and things to be thrown out. I came across my high school yearbook. I used to have happy memories when I looked through it before. This time, I felt nothing but regret. All the time I wasted, all the friends I could have had, as opposed to the few I did have. Looking at my classmates and wondering what became of them. Only 3 showed up for our 10 year anniversary, and none of us were in the same peer group. A real fizzle. Then I came across my picture. I remembered the thoughts going through my head back then, and I wondered: "Where the Hell did that guy go?" I don't know the guy in that picture now. His thoughts are alien to me. I guess like most people I had big ideas, and never imagined I'd end up like this. I'm thinking of throwing the thing out. There's just too much I've forgotten and don't really want to remember. When's the last time you guys looked at your yearbooks, or do you?